East St. Louis Poem by Romella Kitchens

Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

East St. Louis



East St. Louis

Sorrow is not done for the Black man.
Here it comes, pouring down like
fiery rain.
The bones of death rattle in
the blazes of history and now.

Sorrow has no margins or
boundaries.

It hangs like it did before -
from the social ligature of
other men who know not how
to be humane and non-warring
anymore now than they did when
the houses burned and the dead
lined the streets.

But, Companions, mankind must
learn or better yet be instructed
in belief by the world as a reverent
whole…




The desire must be ignited in the human
not that which cruelty breeds.

The spirits of the dead know this as
more even does the Spirit of God.

Friday, August 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
While reading biographical information concerning Josephine Baker I came across information concerning the East St. Louis Riots of 1917. It appears her mother and she had to escape an area of burning buildings and potential murder. The poet is a person who believes in peace and that we learn from history, not simply copy it. Therefore; she hopes the wise and the humane end this conflict because the world as a whole is watching and in a process of inductive learning from what is done and will be done. The violence in the world in mounting but, not the honest, cogent, resolutions.If we look at the world now, so many countries are involved in internal and external conflict. Thus; what is our exemplar? What do we offer as role models? Consider, if mankind is given a 'do-over, ' a chance to do things again do we make the same mistakes in conflict resolution or do we correct our actions?
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Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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